come around-not after he showed her just how special she was. The transformation was amazing. One moment she was the indignant woman demanding to be released, the next she was the kneeling slave girl, begging to be used.
He smiled in anticipation of his reunion with the precious love of his life, the woman who had captured his heart and soul when he made her his slave. The woman who had no idea he was still alive. He was going to get her back and make the man who took her pay dearly.
The only thing that had gone right the day Joe shot him was that Angel had been out of the house. Thank God for small favors. She'd been on her weekly trip to town, so she'd worn her special tracking collar. It would be child's play to track her down.
With a sudden sense of urgency, he slammed the door to the safe and twirled the lock. He hurried over to his computer and flipped it on. While he waited for it to boot up, he gazed at a picture of Angel and himself. It was taken at the local fair several years ago. That was the day Angel had worn a tight crotchrope in public for the first time. They'd both been so horny that they had done it in the men's washroom.
At last the computer was ready. He opened the GPS tracking software. Maybe he was still a little weak, but he'd find the strength when he needed it. He had to find Angel and bring her home now. This is where she belonged, forever with him.
Angel tripped over a branch and crashed to the hard ground of the forest. She cursed and heaved herself up into a sitting position, then looked herself over. She was still naked. There hadn't been a chance to grab any clothes. Her body was covered with ugly bruises that ranged in color from yellow to orange to purple to blue. Dried blood was caked on her from the whipping Joe had given her.
Gazing around her surroundings, tears filled her green eyes. Everywhere she looked there were thick trees and bushy shrubs. They all looked the same. She had long since lost any sense of direction and spent the last few hours wandering aimlessly in the woods.
She had never felt so alone in her entire life. It wasn't just being lost in the forest, it was the emptiness in her entire being.
“Preston,” she whispered. Tears fell freely, leaving muddy lines on her dirt-smudged face. The love of her life, her Master, was dead, and there was nobody else left for her. Her family had been gone for years, her older sister and parents killed in a car accident when she was still just a child. Orphaned, she was bounced from one foster home to another until she turned eighteen. During that time she learned the dreaded feeling of being unloved, unwanted.
Until she met Preston. When he took her for his own, she knew she had found her soulmate and the world of security she longed for. She was nothing without him. She didn't want to live without him.
What was she going to do now he was gone? Where was she going to go? She had nothing.
An idea popped into her head. Of course. She couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it sooner. After she got help for Sharae and the others, she'd take her own life. There was nothing left for her in this life. She wanted to be with Preston. With that in mind, Angel rose and began walking again. She quickened her pace. The faster she found help, the faster she would be able to join Preston. And that was something she didn't want to wait for.
Megan watched as Joe finished tying Sharae and Melissa together, muttering something about them getting reacquainted with each other. He bound them so their faces were buried in the other's crotch. Their wrists were tied behind them and secured around the other's throat. Their ankles were tied tight and anchored up to the D-rings at the top of their harness gags. Both women were trying not to move to make their situation worse.
Joe chuckled as he stood up. He turned and looked at Megan. “Now it's time for some fun, my dearest.'
Megan shook her head. “No. Wait, Joe, let's talk about this.'
“What's there to talk about? You're the one who's been coming on to me since the day you married Jon, and now you're acting like you don't want it?” He laughed cruelly as he produced even more rope from his seemingly endless supply. “I don't think so Meg.” He walked toward her.
“Please, Joe.'
“Sorry, babe. You fucked up. Now I get to punish you.” He went behind her and began untying her wrists. “No funny stuff, either.'
Megan nodded and remained still as he finished untying her.
“Now get down on the floor. On your stomach,” he ordered.
Megan slid off the chair and laid down on the floor. She sighed heavily and rested her cheek on the floorboards.
Joe yanked her arms behind her and wrapped the rope around her wrists, cinching it down and tying several knots. He moved up and bound her elbows in the same fashion, immobilizing her arms.
Megan whimpered at the strain on her shoulders as her elbows came together behind her. She gasped as he lifted her bottom up off the floor and tied a rope around her waist. He spread her open and yanked the rope up into her crotch and tied it off. It was a weird and unpleasant sensation, having her crotch tied. Before now, she had never even thought about it.
Joe next secured her legs together, using all his strength to pull the ropes tight. Her ankles, knees, and thighs were soon encased with the white rope.
Megan wiggled in her tight bonds. “Please, Joe. Untie me. We can have sex right here. You can even keep my arms tied.'
Joe ignored her and added more rope to her already bound ankles. He threaded the rope up through her wrist bindings. Then he pulled on the rope, forcing her ankles up towards her wrists.
She squealed in pain as the extremely tight ropes dug into her skin even more as her feet were pulled up. Her body arched severely and her muscles screamed for relief. There was no relief in sight.
He looped the rope back to her ankles and knotted the rope securely. He stood and gazed at the bound form of his sister-in-law.
“You were made for those ropes, Meg.'
“Fuck off,” she grunted, then groaned as she tried to move in her strict hogtie.
He laughed. “Tsk, tsk.” He picked up another coil of rope and tossed it over a support beam in the ceiling. He leaned down and secured one end to the rope forming Megan's hogtie.
“Joe, don't. Please! We can-aaarrrgghheee!!” She screamed as her wrists and ankles were jerked upward.
Joe heaved on the free end of the rope, pulling Megan up. Her eyes grew wide in disbelief and horror as she realized what he was doing. With the first heave, her belly still made contact with the ground. But with the second pull, she was lifted completely off the floor, suspended in her hogtie. One more heave, and she was dangling waist high.
He tied the rope to a pole, turned and grinned at her. He leaned against the pole and watched Megan as she swayed like a pendulum of pain. Her body was bowed severely and she was trembling all over. She sobbed uncontrollably. He went over to her and slapped her hard on the ass. “Don't worry, sweetie,” he told her. “There's plenty more to come.'
CHAPTER 34
The coordinates Preston received from Angel's collar took him far out of town. He followed roads he didn't even know existed. Twisting, turning roads that led ever deeper into the forest. He hoped he wasn't on a wild goose chase. Eventually, the roads became unpaved. His SUV kicked up a constant cloud of dust as he drove. Daylight was waning. He clicked on the lights and kept going. Soon it was dark. The world had narrowed to twin beams of light cutting through the blackness ahead of him.
It should only be a few more miles, he thought. His eyes searched the edges of the road, looking for some sign of a house or cabin. There was nothing but bushes and trees.
Angel stumbled along. The forest had gone on for so long, she almost didn't believe it when she finally came
